Page 24 of Bitter Secrets

His gravelly tone made her pussy clench.

“Plans that would bring you to your knees and have you begging for mercy.”

She could only imagine what plans would cause her to be that desperate, but she had bigger problems on her mind. “And now?”

One of his hands coasted over her ass and palmed the cheek before he murmured, “Now I have new plans.”

“Whatplans?” His cocky smile pissed her off. She twisted his coat in both fists and gave him a small shake. “Tell me.”

Far from being annoyed or angry by her getting physical with him, he looked delighted.

“I’d rather show you.”

She let out a disgusted sound and tried to swing off him, but his hand shot out and grabbed her by the throat. His mouth may be stretched into something that resembled a smile, but his eyes were biting cold.

“I had years to plan my revenge, but the one thing I didn’t foresee, the last thing I expected, was to see you in Colorado. Alone, stranded, grieving, ripe for the picking.”

“You—”

He didn’t allow more than that garbled word before he pulled her down so her forehead rested against his. To everyone else, it looked like they were cuddling lovers when she was seconds away from being strangled.

“Your sisters should be grateful that you let me in, that you let me taste. If you hadn’t, they would watch as I ripped their empire apart piece by piece.”

He shifted, letting her feel the hard ridge of his erection. When she tugged on his wrist, his grip tightened until her hands fell away. He hummed in approval and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth as she took shallow breaths.

“You spread wide for me,” he rasped. “You bent to my will, taking everything I had, and still, you wanted more. No matter how you feel about me, you crave what I give you. And I want to give it to you in spades, princess.”

With his hold on her neck, he forced her to rock against him, grinding his dick against the seam of her jeans. He stared at her with a hunger that should have made her scream bloody murder, but made her skin prickle with anticipation instead.

“I gave up my revenge for this. To have you at my beck and call for one year. I’m not going to waste it.”

It sounded like a vow.

“Don’t push me unless you’re willing to accept the consequences,” he said and pressed a chaste kiss on her cheek before he released her.

As she gulped in a breath, he rearranged her into her original position on his lap. She rocked forward to get away from him, but a large hand splayed over her stomach kept her in place.

“Did I say you could go anywhere?”

He sounded calm, but his thighs felt like corded steel beneath her.

“I want my own seat,” she said.

“You’ll take what I give you.”

The hand on her belly drifted down to her waist and fingered the button keeping her pants fastened.

“Relax, or I’ll make you relax in whatever way I see fit.”

She turned her head toward him with a sarcastic retort on the tip of her tongue, but one glance at the dark promise in his eyes made her snap her mouth shut.

She stared straight ahead as she muttered, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

He gripped her chin and tugged so she fell sideways into him. “You’re what’s fucking wrong with me.”

“I haven’t done anything,” she hissed and felt the scrape of his teeth on her cheek before he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit. “Roth!”

He lashed her ear with his tongue, then growled, “You don’t need to do anything. Now, stop giving me lip before we join the club in front of everyone. I don’t care who sees.”

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